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Through my window, I can’t see your story.

Whatever life you have lived up to now-

When I peer through the thin glass that separates us-

Is hidden from me

I don’t know who has hurt you

I do not know who you have hurt

I haven’t the faintest idea who you are

Or even who you pretend to be

All I know

Is in this moment, I chose to smile at you

Stopped at a red light while you worked

And I cracked my stoic, stone face

Letting the slightest bit of love out into the world

And in response

Every muscle in your face lit up with sunshine

And you, Sir,

Made my entire day